Maddened By Them

Hit the men of maddening, gaseous calm,
The real monsters of absolute palm,
Dead are people of books who read
And pave the way for humanity to lead.
Hit munching men only twice,
Ten times comes the peace of spice.
I have to mean justice in this hour,
The one substance mattering to a shower.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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